“forgive them. forgive yourself..it was never love.love doesn’t cripple. it doesn’t taunt or torture the tongue. love doesn’t have you bent at the waist but forgetting to pray. bleeding like an oak tree. it doesn’t have you sleeping with the lights on, or hiding from any surface clear and shiny enough to see yourself in..it was never love darling..i am sorry”

— najma-idil_____________

After a while, being alone in a foreign country gets exhausting. I feel like I need someone I can trust in close proximity to me. I wonder if it’s the same for men… obviously the world just isn’t as dangerous for them. Why would they need anyone “safe” around them?

After hanging out with my Desi friends I kept accidentally speaking Hindi to everyone. They say I speak it like I’ve been living in India for five years but eh.. think I’m gonna have to call b.s. on that. Mostly because I understand about 3% or less when Indians speak Hindi.

love this song. Uff teri adaa. also I’m in love with the hookah bar, but hookah smoke gets me too dizzy, so after a while I just eat smoke rings. That is probably the only smoke related skill I have. The ability to consume smoke rings. I can’t even make them. It’s like someone who can’t cook, just eat (which actually, is pretty much me, too) anyways. a good song.

fun fact. “Gori” means white chick in Hindi. Kinda like Gringa in Latin America. So! If you ever walk into a group of Indian people and you are a white female, tell em your name is Gori. I work with International Student Orientation tomorrow and I think that’s what I’m gonna do. wooop!

Or alternatively you can yell “GORI AA GAYIIIII!!” (ga eeee for the last one.) which means “A white chick is coming!”